Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-11-16

81 don't think that was the poor
womans name, " said Rosey simply; "she
died Of yellow fever at New Orleans as
Signora somcbody."
Her ignorance seemed to Mr. Renshaw
so plainly to partake more of the nun
than the provincial that he hesitated to
explain to her that he meant the heroine
of an opera
at seems dreadful to put on the poor
things clothes, doesn't it9'' she added
Mr. Renshaw's eyes showed so plainly
that he thought otherwise that she drew
a little austerely towards the door of her
stateroOm.
81 must change these things before any
one comes, " she said dryly.
THAT means | must go, suppose. But
couldn't you let me wait here or in the
gangway until then, Miss Mott? | am go
ing away tonight, and l mayn't see you
again" He had not intended to say this,
but it slipped from his embarrassed
tongue. She stopped with her hand on
the door.
''You are going away?n
'I-think-I must leave to night.
mento."
She raised her frank eyes to his. The
unmistakable look of disappointment that
he saw in them gave his heart a sudden
throb and sent the quick blood to his
checks
cts too bad, she said, abstractedly
"Nobody ever seems to stay here long
Can't t,rp,pisnl 70 toll oil about
the ship and he went away the second
week. The photographer left before he
finished the picture of the Pontiac; Mon
sieur de Ferrieres has just gone, and now
you are going"
Perhaps unlike them, have finished
my season of usefulness here he replied,
with II bitterness he would have recalled
the next moment. But Rosey. with
faint sigh saying, II won't be long" en-
tered the state room and closed the door
behind her
Renshaw bit his lip and pulled Mt the
long sjlken threads Of his mustache until
they smarted. Why had he not gone at
once? Why was it necessary to say he
might not see her again-aud If he had
said it, why should he add anything more?
What was he waiting for now? To en-
deavor to prove to her that he really boro
no resemblance to Capt. Bower, the pho
tocrapher the crazy Frenchman de Fer
rieres9 Or would he be forced to tell her
that he was running away from con
spiracy to defraud her father-merely for
something to say Was there ever such
foly2 Rosey was mot long" as She had
said, but he was beginning to pace the
narrow cabin impatiently when the door
opened and she returned
She had resumed her ordinary calico
gown, but such was the impression left
upon Renehaw's fancy that she seemed
to wear it with a new grace. At any
other time he might have recognized the
change as due to new corset, which
strict veracity compels me to record Rosey
had adopted for the first time that morn
ing. Howbeit, her slight coQuetry seemed
to have passed. for she closed the open
trunk with a return of her old listles. air,
and sitting on it rested her elbows on her
knees and her oval chin in her hands
81 wish you would do me favor" she
said, after reflective pause.
done" replied Renshaw, quickly.
IF you should come across Monsieur de
Ferreres or hear of him, I wish you
would let me know. He was very poorly
when he left here, and | should like to
know if he was better. He didn't say
where he was going. At least, he didn't
tell father; hut | fancy he and father
don't agree
81 shall be very glad of having even
that opportunity of making you remem-
Der me. Miss Mott" returned Renshaw,
with faint4m II don't suppose either
that it world be very difficult to get news
of your friend-everybody seems to know
him"
"But not as did" said Rosey, with an
distracted little sigh.
Mr. Renshaw opened his brown eyes
upon her Was he mistaken Was this
romantic girl only a little coquette play
ing her provincial airs on him? "You say
he and your father didn't aCree' That
means | suppose that Won aud lac agreed
and that was the result"
II don't think father knew anything
about It. said Rosey, simply
Mr. Renshaw rose. And this was what
he had been waiting to hear, Perhaps"
he said. grimly. ''you would also like
news of the photographer and Capt
Bower or did your father agree with
them bettery'